I'm going through a toast for breakfast streak at the moment. Yesterday i had FOUR slices, two with jam at home and two with crunchy peanut butter an hour and a half later in the office. Didn't have a hangover either, quelle surprise since it had been the Nellists MC departure drinks - at which i spent a large amount of time discussing with Mark Mills (blog photographer - actual name, Mike) my plans to be obese. for a journalist i really can talk some crap.
Anyway, this morning I opted for avacado and tomato on toast. You can't see it very well, but I ASSURE you butter is present. Housemate suggested i "put a cheeky poached egg on top a la dean street townhouse." #wishidthoughtofthat. At least it gives me an excuse to have toast again tomorrow. Like i needed one.